School was finally over and senior year was ahead of us! I was exhilarated that all my tests were out of the way and a long stretch of summer lay ahead. However, I also realized that with no school, I would see a lot more of Damon. But tomorrow I left for New York, so I could finally get a break from him. Poor Hannah though. She would be left with him texting away - probably all mad that I was gone.
As I was packing the next morning, Damon began bombarding me with questions about the trip.
"Where are you going? When will you be back? Who are you going with? What will you do there? Why don't I see any purchases for plane tickets? Why are you.."
"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP?!" I did have to thank him though. His mass amount of questions really motivated me to get out of the house faster, and it looked as if I would make my flight on time. I ran downstairs dragging my suitcases behind and loaded everything into my car. Ah, the freedom of a car, license, and no Damon.
I was going to New York to visit some friends and family, and my friend was nice enough to let me fly on his father's business jet for free. I'd never have enough money to afford a plane ticket on my own, so I was grateful to fly up there for nothing. New York was a spectacular place. There were interesting people to meet, outstanding food, lavish hotels, upscale shopping, and of course the city at night.
When I got to the airport, I was able to bypass all the security lines and head straight for the T Gates, which was for private and international flights. Chris the pilot met me right at the door and helped me get my bags onto the plane. Two hours and twenty minutes until we reached White Plains, New York. I pretty much slept the whole way since I had gotten no sleep the previous night but woke up when Chris came on over the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he comically announced. "Please bring you seats to their upright and locked positions, put your tray tables up, and stow all carry on items in the seat ahead of you as we prepare for landing. This is Chris speaking from the flight deck, and on behalf of My Friend's A Rich Ass Airlines, we sincerely thank you for choosing us for your flight." I began to laugh aloud even though he said the same speech every single time. I was the only passenger on the plane, and my seat didn't even move since it was literally a leather couch.
Since we'd be on the ground soon, I figured it'd be a good idea to make a quick pit stop in the back of the plane. I just got out of my seat and was bathroom bound when Chris came over the intercom again yelling, "Terrorist attack! Everybody down!"
"What the hell?" I muttered. But suddenly, the steady hum of the plane's engines completely stopped as an eerie silence fell over the aircraft. About a millisecond later, the plane plunged downward with nauseating speed. I lost my footing and dove for the nearest seat frantically struggling to get on a seat belt. But then I heard the engines suddenly roar to life again, and we stopped our unnerving descent.
"Chris!" I hollered. "What the fuck was that?" No response. I shakily stood up and began heading for the cockpit. Chris was there sitting normally as if nothing had just happened. His beaming smile covered the width of his entire face.
"What the hell was that?" I repeated.
"What was what?" he innocently asked with a forced tone of surprise.
"Really, Chris? Really?
"Well you can't expect me to keep occupied for two whole hours without spicing things up a bit." I let out a heavy sigh and glanced out the window. We were almost on the ground thanks to the sudden vertical drop. Chris asked me if I wanted to land us, but I declined his offer knowing I'd probably crash and kill us.
After we landed, Chris helped me get all my luggage in the airport, and we said our goodbyes. I told him I'd give him a call in about a week when I needed a flight back. It was quite lonely walking in New York's International Airport all alone, so I got out my headphones for company and began walking to pick up my prepaid rental car. As I was boarding the monorail that would take me to my car, I had this uneasy feeling that someone was following me. I whipped my head around only to see hundreds of people scurrying around like ants. When I got off the monorail and walked into the rental car building, Damon was there.
